make an artificial light shine

the dream came back,
i had misplaced it, i guess.
it always comes back to me.

i wish i could misplace cowardliness.
i tried to misplace nightmares,

every time it happens, my mind no longer stays on the force
of two ton metal.

i scattered glass on the freeway
now
i think and process in scattered scenes;
scattered photographs are just becoming clear as scattered glass and bending metal.

{ffffound}